G Herbo - Creme Brulee lyrics

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G Herbo - Creme Brulee lyrics

[Hook: Taylor Bennett(x2)] Riding around with a new K Everything foreign, fans from the UK Keep a tech on me if it's hectic ok Grew up with n***as that's moving that weight Money on the counter whippin' creme brulee Gotta get it if you gotta getting guap not a case With a squad full of drillers, and a mouth full of herb On the curb with the bird n***a you know what's the word GET IT! [Verse 1: Taylor Bennett] TTFUFUN, turn the f** up and f** you n***as I be riding with my homies moving bars like I'm the prison If you want it I can cop it baby you know how I get it I ain't never been in college but I heard that sh** was crackin' Off our side that get you wacked, haters on my dick release You know my sh** be cracking, and I stay with hella shorties like sandusky But I'm rapping beat I rape it then I take it race it down my paycheck If I get it then I got it I could never trade it I be with that green Jamaican, shorty said she was Asian Now she gotta turn and tell her friends that she was half Jamaican I'm black too so I guess shorty that must be blazing Turn up turn up turn up, you know this a party and you had too much Bacardi So now all up in on me, shorty get the hell up off me Im tryna get on these commas With my fofo's like Obama burn up like Osama b**h [Hook: Taylor Bennett(x2)] [Verse 2: Lil Herb] f** n***a it's G Herbo what's the word Spit crack a couple [?] for the verse Posted on the block with them k**ers smoking dope while they serve What you mean homie? Pull up on the curb Me and all my n***as we them n***as been them n***as Since lil n***as played with us and watch them 40s go berserk Pull up on your block with them 30s and them Glocks Let em' pop hollows flying from the first one to the third n***a I get money and b**h, don't talk bout money to b**hes And while you cuffing them b**hes I swim in puddles of b**hes I'on f** with them n***as so if you f** with them n***as That mean you f** with them snitches get hit by one these 50s And for Lil Roc and PeeWee b**h I'm off dutches and remy You steady calling your b**h up I'm getting s**ed in the Hemy Everytime when you kiss her you kiss a bunch of NOLIMIT's In the crib while you stressing I'm counting hundreds and fifties Reason I love finnesing I came from crumbles and pennies And keep my Smith & Wesson if I see one of them n***as Mad max get to blasting if we see one them n***as We lost a bunch of our n***as don't give a f** bout no n***as Big nickle get to blasting knock a chunk off a n***a I been cashing I keep balling I might dunk on a n***a Ridin' round with them choppers pop the trunk on an n***a Disrespecting my n***as put you right under my n***as Puss [Hook: Taylor Bennett(x2)]